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[b]Sherman Center
Lost Haven
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    Marie followed the speedster, Boom, down the busy streets of Lost Haven towards an unknown location, rolling her eyes each time streak of blue stopped and tapped her foot in response to her low-speed companions. These strangers had placed a great deal of trust in Marie, allowing her the chance to potentially fight alongside some of the most well-known and powerful heroes in Lost Haven, the perfect way to boost her own credibility and draw in business for the greedy imp, Puck. She decided to do the same, to place her trust in her follow costumed crusaders . . . for now. While she was content with helping the heroes stop a catastrophe, she had no intention of being roped into the politics of heroism. 

    At last they reached their destination, a tower at the center of Sherman Center, no doubt a headquarters for the mysterious agency, S.T.R.I.K.E. Marie landed, walking through the large glass doors and boarding the elevator with the Vigilante and Boom. She was more than a little uneasy. Who knew how many other heroes would be present at whatever meeting she was to attend, many of whom likely having no idea who she is. Marie shifted uncomfortably, growing more anxious while waiting for the elevator to reach the designated floor. Eventually, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and Marie was beholden to a room of unfamiliar faces all staring at her and company.

    Not to her surprise, Marie was greeted with a plethora of confused stares, likely due to her choice of dress. A tall man at the center of the room, who had been engaging in conversation with a man dressed in black, feline attire, made a joke at her expense, at which Marie simply turned her head, too anxious to think up a suitable comeback or defense. Very few times in her life had Marie knowingly and willingly put herself in a social situation with others with whom she was unfamiliar, one time being the recent goings to the Sabbat, another being now. She felt defenseless, insecure, completely out of her element, but she had to maintain an air of confidence, even forced confidence, if she stood a chance at working with these people.

    “I-I’m White Witch,” said Marie with false nerves, extended her arm to shake the stranger’s hand. “Believe me, I know the feeling of wanting familiar face . . .”

    [color=DarkOrange]”Let’s skip the introductions and get right to the debriefing. What’s the situation? We heard there were more bombs?”[/color] The female speedsters interjected. 

    [color=LightGray]“We’re just waiting on Icon. Hold your horses until he gets here, it shouldn’t be long,”[/color] the stranger replied, obviously annoyed at being interrupted. 

    [i]Icon?[/i] Marie thought with a mixture of fear and excitement. He was perhaps the most well-known of heroes, and surely one of the most, if not the most, powerful among them. He was at the forefront of every major event that had transpired in Lost Haven over the past year, saving the city and her people all the while. Marie wasn’t a fan per say, but not many people get to meet and possibly work alongside THE hero of Lost Haven. 

    No sooner had that sentence been uttered that the elevator door dinged again, revealing the man himself, along with another hero of renown, the legendary Lady Liberty whom Marie remembered from war retellings and historical documents. This day had been filled with all sorts of strange, new excitement, and Marie had to ask herself the foolish question, [i]What else could happen today?[/i]